Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

The onlookers saw the peerless magic weapon fall into Xuan Xiao's hands, and they all felt a sense of loss.

They felt that it must be a great magic weapon, but it couldn't be owned by them.

"Let's go." Xuan Xiao glanced at the subordinates who were watching the excitement, and said in a deep voice: "Three days later, report to me the big and small affairs of the heavenly hell these days."

As soon as these words came out, how could everyone have the desire to watch the excitement?

One by one, they walked towards their office as if fleeing one after another, just begging themselves not to be spotted by Xuanxiao Jianzun for any flaws in their work.

The old man also had an ominous premonition in his heart when everyone was retreating, and wanted to leave with the crowd, but found that the distance between them was getting farther and farther away, and then he walked into the study of Sword Master Xuanxiao.

At this moment, the person sitting in front of Sword Master Xuan Xiao's desk did not know Sword Master Xuan Xiao.

At this moment, he stood obediently behind the chair, and pressed his hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him obediently.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have believed that Sword Master Xuan Xiao would have such a day as a boy?

As for why he was a boy...

The old man glanced at Xie Zhuo's unkind eyes, and a drop of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Could it be that in order to save his uncle, the Overlord took the bait regardless of his ideas?

Looking at this expression, it is not impossible.

"Old man, sit down." Seeing that the savior was so frightened that his legs went limp, Xie Zhuo couldn't help but curled up the corners of his lips, and spoke softly.

The mouth is sweet and the belly is sword.

At this moment, the old man only had this thought in his mind, but his body softened suddenly following Xie Zhuo's words, and he just sat on the chair Xie Zhuo had prepared for him.

"Mozun." He only remembered the identity of this evil god when he pulled the corner of his lips and called Xie Zhuo.

This is the evil god who can level Qingyun up and down. If he wants to treat him like this, I am afraid that even the monsters raised on his mountain will not be able to escape.

"You are my savior, why are you so timid?" Xie Zhuo waved his hand, and the people behind him spontaneously served tea to the guests.

That low-browed and pleasing appearance made the old man feel that his tea might have been poisoned by Sword Master.

"This... This is what the little old man thought of for a while, please don't blame the devil." His smile was uglier than crying.

"You're right." Xie Zhuo's smile became brighter and brighter: "You saved my life, how could I blame you?"

He stood up and bowed deeply to the old man: "It is I who want to thank you."

It was just a salute, and he continued without waiting for the old man to panic: "From now on, as long as you ask for something, as long as I can do it, I will never refuse."

Seeing that Xie Zhuo's words seemed to be sincere without any killing intent, the old man felt relieved.

He took a deep breath: "Thank you Demon Lord."

"To be honest, the little old man also wanted to give it a try when he proposed this method." He smiled wryly, "It's really because the aura of the mountains of my sect is exhausted, and if we don't replace them, they will completely turn into ordinary mountains."

There are countless small sects under the Beast Control Sect, and they don't care about this small sect that only raises spirit beasts for people to eat, so they can only help themselves.

The old man came here with the thought of being benevolent if he doesn't succeed, and that he might be slaughtered by the sword master, but he didn't expect to reap great benefits.

The sword master's promise and the demon master's promise, there is probably no one else in this world who can get it except him.

"The little old man has nothing else to ask, but just wants to get a spiritual vein to continue the life of the sect."